Some sound problems, but this is a genuine horror movie.

Hasn't dated very well. Reminded me a bit of an episode of the Twilight Zone.

I'm such a sucker for these sort of endings.

Frightening imagery and a solid performance by Roman Polanski accompanied with his usual directorial excellence makes for a more than fine psychological thriller. Suffers from light pacing issues, but fine camerawork and despite being a tad nonsensical, a tense story about paranoia come together as one of Polanski's finest works. The Tenant is a borderline classic worth your time.

"The Tenant isn't so much a psychological portrait of grief as it is an unnerving acknowledgement of the ambiguous nature of the world." - Ed Gonzalez

it's got quite a third act, but i feel like the buildup wasn't quite as effective as rosemary's baby (or vertigo, for that matter)

Creepy, bloody and darkly, The Tenant is not Polanki's best, but it's certainly his most bizarre film.

"Le locataire" is the final chapter in Polanski's unofficial trilogy of psychosexual apartment terror and although it's less even than "Repulsion" and "Rosemary's Baby" that preceded it, it's still one of the freakiest, scariest and just plain entertaining things the Polish helmer has ever done. Polanski also proves he's a decent actor as he takes over the leading role as well, while his camerawork and editing are typically masterful. The surrealist touches and macabre humor are delightful.

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Overall Enjoyment: 20/40, Plot/Themes: 15/20, Cinematography/Direction: 15/20, Acting/Writing: 15/20 A different sort of horror with a slow burn psychological suspense approach. It was well done, but similar to the more well done Rosemary's Baby.

The final third of Polanski's apartment trilogy continues the psycho-sexual themes and adds a dash of comedy and camp. Kind of the anti-Rosemary's Baby, where the paranoia alone is enough to self-destruct the protagonist.

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The worst of polanski's Apartment Trilogy and by far the least coherent and consistent. It's also fairly self indulgent on his part. That said, it still has its this-is-where-I-slap-a-child-outta-the-blue moments though. I sinisterly cheered during the "doubletap" payoff. Does that make me weird?

Polanski has an impeccable sense for nauseating paranoia and subtle urban trashiness that makes his apartment trilogy both scary and funny, sickening and delightful, heartbreaking and lighthearted, and overall an astonishing, inspiring experience. (I'm writing this monologue here because The Tenant is the last film from the trilogy that I saw). This one isn't as great as Repulsion or Rosemary, but it's wonderful and dripping with kafkaesque illness. Roman is perfectly sweet and crazy.